What's this? An update? 0o0 *gasp* The end is nigh! Well, actually not yet, but yeah… so, I thought I'd better hurry up and finish this chapter quick because I'M LEAVING!

Okay, not permanently or anything. But I will be gone for two weeks starting Sept. 9th. Where am I going? A galaxy far, far away… which is in Europe, conveniently :P It's my college graduation trip, and I am SUPER excited! *squee* So, yes, updates there will be none *wonders when and why I started talking like Yoda* At least for a while.

Please don't hate me! Look, I brought you all this amazing gift, CHAPTER FOURTEEN, all wrapped up and perfect…ish *crickets* Ahem. Anyway, enjoy!

The Legacy of a Hero

Chapter Fourteen

"Heather? Heather, hon, wake up."

Heather moaned as Rhi poked her arm repeatedly. "Leave me alone," she mumbled, turning over and burying her face deeper in the pillows.

"Not a chance – you've only got thirty minutes to get ready, or we'll miss our train," Rhi yanked the sheet off of her friend, making the ginger shiver from the sudden chill. "Come on, spider girl!" she teased.

Heather turned her head and cracked one eye open, glaring at Rhi nastily. "Do not call me 'Spider Girl'," she growled.

Rhi rolled her eyes, "then what should I call you? I take it 'Rosy Vigilante' wasn't your idea…"

Heather sat up and sighed, running her fingers through her messy hair. "I was thinking of calling myself 'Black Widow'," she replied, finally crawling out of bed and shuffling to Rhi's closet.

Rhi pursed her lips thoughtfully. "Has a nice ring to it, but you know someone else has that name, right?"

"So? Not like I look like her or anything," Heather said, pulling out a pair of shorts, a white tank top and a loose gray-blue shirt that hung off her shoulders.

Rhi gave her friend a once-over, raising a skeptical eyebrow while she dressed in a pair of jeans and a cream blouse. "Um, actually, you look almost exactly like her. Tall, red hair, thin, athletic – if you had a Russian accent, I'd think you were her daughter, or sister at least."

Heather sighed again, irritated this time. "What do you want from me? I don't have a lot of options. Besides, I already told him that was my name."

"Who?"

"Spiderman."

Rhi's forehead wrinkled as she considered this, "Oh that's right, I forgot The Bugle had pictures of you guys talking on the museum's roof. What else did you talk about?"

"Not much," Heather shrugged, ducking into the bathroom. Rhi was quick to follow, and the blonde watched as her friend located a hair tie and pulled her auburn locks into a messy bun. "Mostly he wanted to know what I was doing there. We had a small argument, I showed him I'm not helpless, and I was going to help him and would not take no for an answer."

"Good for you," Rhi grabbed her toothbrush, squirted some paste on it and stuck it in her mouth. Heather grabbed a spare from a new package under the sink and did the same. It was quiet for a few minutes as the girls brushed their teeth.

"So," Rhi said after rinsing her mouth. "What did he say to that?"

"I didn't really give him a chance to say anything. But he didn't seem happy," Heather's lips became a thin line. "He didn't even know me. Didn't know what I could do, and he judged me anyway."

Rhi nodded but didn't reply, since it was clear Heather was still thinking.

"You know what hurt worse though? He had no idea it was me. Not a clue. I mean, I know I had on a mask, but I didn't really disguise my voice that much and my hair at least should've been a clear tell. Plus, who else would have powers like his, aside from his own kid?"

"Well, I don't think your parents ever really thought that his powers would be passed on to you or your brother and sister… even if they did," Rhi added, picking up her school bag. "They probably expected for them to show up when you were a little kid. When they didn't, they must've assumed you didn't get them. Same with Harry and Audrey. How were they supposed to know it would take so long for it to happen?"

Heather nodded, remaining silent. She'd begun to get a far-off look in her eyes, worrying Rhianna enough to snap her fingers in front of the girl's face. When Heather refocused her attention, she found Rhianna giving her a wary but assuring smile.

"I know today's going to be hard," she murmured, squeezing the red head's shoulder. "But remember, you need to talk, just say so. Kay? Don't do that brooding thing you do. It'll only get worse if you do."

Heather absorbed this, and after a second she nodded. "Have I mentioned I don't deserve a friend like you?"

"You could stand to mention it more often," Rhi smirked and winked. "Come on, I wanna go see my Chocokitty!"

Heather giggled. "Does Mike know you call him that?"

"Of course. After all," her smirk turned wicked, "he calls me his Rebel Angel."

Heather rolled her eyes. "Let's go, you weirdo."

Rhianna only laughed.

SMxBW

When the girls walked through the front doors of their school just a while later, another small issue suddenly dawned on Heather. Mike was waiting by Rhi's locker, and as the two exchanged a quick kiss and cuddle, Heather's brain kicked into overdrive.

She and Rhi hadn't discussed it, but what were they going to do about Mike? She couldn't very well only tell Rhi this secret, and expect the girl to keep it hidden from her boyfriend – those two shared everything. Besides, Mike was her friend too. She trusted him. She didn't want to lie to him.

In the amount of time it took for Rhi to exchange books from her locker, Heather's mind was made up. The trio headed in the general direction of homeroom. The red head turned to her male friend as they weaved through the traffic of the hallways. "Hey, Mike?"

"What's up, HM?" Mike answered easily, his arm draped loosely around the shoulders' of both girls on either side of him. This action served a dual purpose. He was able to hold his girlfriend without some teacher complaining about PDA, as he was also holding a mutual friend. It also created a kind of wall that other pushier students couldn't break through, sending a clear message: Don't mess with his crowd.

"Rhi and I need to tell you about something," Heather replied, hesitating.

Rhi shot her a look around Mike's hulking frame, and said hulking frame raised an eyebrow. "You two better not have decided to play for the other team and are dumping me for each other. That'd be so messed up," he said, only half-joking as Rhi often assured her friend she'd go gay for the sake of Heather's love life.

Heather blushed while Rhi burst out laughing. "No! Of course not," the auburn haired girl said, glaring at her giggly BFF.

Mike glanced between the two of them, considering this. "Either one of you preggers?" he guessed. Heather's blush deepened, and Rhi only laughed harder.

"Pretty hard to do for HM, considering she's still holding her V card," Rhi managed to choke out between laughs. "And you know I've got us covered, Chocokitty," she cooed, snuggling into her boyfriend's side.

Mike grinned and Heather groaned, having overheard the remark. "Please stop talking before either of you makes me puke," she begged. "Talk dirty on your own time, would you?"

Rhi only shrugged, "when you find a guy that's not a total jerk, you'll understand."

"If you say so," Heather said flatly.

"Uh, girls? I thought you were going to tell me something?" Mike reminded them.

"Oh, right…" Heather glanced at Rhianna, but the blonde shook her head.

"Uh-uh. Your story, you tell him," she said, answering her friend's silent plea for help.

Heather sighed and looked like she was about to begin, but noticed that they had just arrived at homeroom. She felt a twinge of unease at how many people were around. What if someone overheard me? I'd go down as the dumbest superhero in history – they'd call me the 'one who was found out in first period'. "Um, how about later? Maybe over lunch or something," she finally said.

Rhi seemed to realize why Heather was delaying and nodded, pulling Mike along to their usual seats before he could pester the red head with questions.

Relieved, the arachnid took a seat and waited for her teacher to finish writing something on the white board. The relief was short lived though. Rhi and Mike sat at the back of the room – mostly so they could hold hands uninterrupted – which meant she was here in the front by the door, alone with her thoughts at long last. And her thoughts were less than pleasant.

Up until now, Rhi had been able to keep her mind occupied with mundane topics, so she wouldn't have time to 'do her brooding thing' as the blonde called it. Now… now, she didn't have any distractions, which was giving her merciless subconscious the opportunity it had been waiting for.

Immediately, she picked out the empty seat by the window and the three other girls eying it while whispering amongst themselves, deep in discussion. That was Iris Chen's vacant seat and her three friends. They were wondering where she was. Why she wasn't in school. She was never tardy. Ever. Why would she be today? Why…?

Heather knew.

Looking down while biting her lip, she noted how her arms were crossed, hands clenched into fists while fingernails dug into her palms. She felt her stomach do a flip as she remembered the red coating her hands. They still seemed dirty, as if they were permanently stained with blood. She wondered if everyone could see the red liquid dripping down her fingertips, falling on her shorts, onto the school desk, to the linoleum floor, seeping into the cracks, down to the basement, sinking into the very foundation of the school…

Attention, all faculty members. Please come to the Principal's office immediately. All students are to remain in their homerooms until the return of their teachers, and are instructed to study over any upcoming assignments or information. Once again, all faculty please report to the Principal's office.

The announcement over the loudspeaker startled Heather out of her thoughts. While the majority of the students around her cheered for the free time or began discussing why this was happening, she turned and caught Rhi's eyes.

Although Rhi tried to smile reassuringly, Heather caught the hesitant pucker of her brow. Did this announcement have to do with her? Had she been found out? Was she about to get expelled? Could superheroes get expelled?

Their teacher told the class that the room better be in one piece when he returned, then left in a hurry.

The next several minutes felt like pure agony. Heather struggled to keep her emotions bottled up and not show a crack in the otherwise solid armor she showed at school. Yet the longer she sat at her desk, the more anxious she felt.

The increasingly familiar tingling sensation in the back of her neck forewarned her before a paper airplane flew into view, descending to the floor, and skidding until it bumped against her shoe. She glanced around, and caught Rhi's frantic waving for her to pick up the paper. She reached down and did so, unfolding the lined notebook sheet and smoothing it out on the desk.

'You don't think this has to do with Iris, do you?' – Rhi

Heather looked back and made a flat downward palm, touching her fingertips to the side of her head, then flicked her hand outward. Rhi understood this as American Sign Language for 'Don't-Know'. Having a Deaf sister, Heather used ASL around her friends enough that they could have a simple conversation.

'You okay?' Rhi asked now, pointing at Heather before tapping her thumb to her chest, palm flat and down.

Heather glanced quickly at Iris' still unoccupied chair, shaking her head. She made a fist, then patted her index and middle finger together against her thumb twice. 'No.'

Rhi's eyebrows knit together as she frowned. 'It's not your fault,' she assured.

The auburn haired girl turned away and stared at the clock on the wall, a 'v' creasing her forehead. How could it not be my fault? I should've realized the bullet would have to go somewhere. I should've known it would hit Iris. Why didn't I sense it? This stupid cognition thing is supposed to detect danger, but it didn't detect anything! What is wrong with me? First I get random, weird super powers and now they don't work?! It's like I'm living in a bad comic book! Or worse… a bad fan fiction.

She grimaced at the idea, slinking down in her seat. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the fractured images flashing through her thoughts – grappling with Stan, ducking from the gunshot, knocking him to the ground, seeing Iris' life drain from her body, her hands squeezing around his windpipe.

Heather flexed her fists uncomfortably in response to this last image.

At that moment, her teacher Mr. Peterson returned to the classroom, his face grave. "Class, I have an announcement" he said in a controlled voice. This was a marked contrast from his normally joking demeanor, immediately getting everyone's attention.

Once everyone was quiet, he slid his gaze around the room, hesitating ever so slightly on Iris Chen's chair. The pause was brief enough that no one else seemed to notice, but one quick look over her shoulder confirmed to Heather that both she, and Rhianna, had caught it.

"Class… I'm very sorry to have to bring you this news, but the rest of the faculty and I feel it's best that you hear this from us and not through the news or virally over the internet. You might've noticed that Iris Elizabeth Chen is not in school today," he gestured at the empty seat and shifted from one foot to the other. "The reason for that is… Iris died last night."

There was a palpable silence before the whole room broke out in whispered conversations, loud questions, and troubled looks. Mr. Peterson held up his hands for quiet and the noise ceased. "I don't know anything about what happened last night – none of us do. The police are investigating now. They may be coming to see those of you that knew Iris personally, so please keep in mind they're just trying to find out the truth and you should answer all their questions honestly. In light of this development, the school board, Principal Fields and all the teachers have decided to cancel classes for the rest of the day. Please study hard and be prepared to make up for the lost time tomorrow. Class dismissed."

The noise level rose again as everyone gathered their bags and speculated on what had happened to the class valedictorian. Heather sat frozen in her seat, staring at a spot where someone had drawn a broken heart on the desk.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and glanced up. Rhi stared at her hard, and it was only then that the auburn haired girl realized she was tearing up. She quickly rubbed at her eyes.

"I'm fine," she mumbled.

Rhi shot her a look that showed she doubted this. "C'mon, HM, I'll buy you a milkshake at the Moonbeam."

"Kay," Heather said softly, climbing to her feet and slowly shuffling out the door with her best friends by her side.

Mike eyed Rhi, clearly wondering what was wrong. She shook her head, indicating she'd tell him later.

Mike shrugged and did what he did best – put his arms around his best girl and his girlfriend, and hustled the threesome through the crowded hallway, out of the school and to the subway station.

They rode the train to the closest stop to the Moonbeam Café and walked the rest of the way there. Inside, they got a booth in the back and true to her word, Rhi ordered a round of milkshakes. Mike and Rhianna shot each other concerned looks as Heather sat on the other side of the booth, forehead resting on the table.

"Heather, you're starting to scare us," Mike said after a while. "Well, scare me, actually. Rhi seems… oddly calm."

Rhi rolled her eyes. "You act like I've never been serious before in my life," she muttered.

"You have to admit, it's a rare sight. Like the Loch Ness Monster, or Bigfoot, or Godzilla. I'm not sure if I'm going crazy or if the world I live in is just that messed up," Mike replied dryly.

"Technically, Godzilla seems to show up a lot. The dude's got around fifty or more movies to his name. Not that rare at all," Rhi argued. "And did you seriously just compare me to a bunch of monsters?" She demanded, sharp green eyes glaring at him.

"Guys."

Both looked up at the quiet but firm single word from their troubled friend. Heather was sitting up now, which was a good sign, yet the haunted shadows in her eyes hadn't diminished.

"Please shut up for a sec, okay? I need a moment to get everything straight in my head." They nodded and watched as she rubbed her temples and took several deep breaths.

"Okay. What I'm about to say, doesn't leave this table. Rhi already knows pretty much everything and I made her swear not to speak a word of this. Mike, I know I can trust you to do the same."

"Of course," Mike said instantly. "You know I always keep secrets."

She nodded slowly. "I know. The difference is… this time it's not about avoiding being grounded or sneaking out past curfew. This time is more serious. This is a secret that could get one or both of you hurt, maybe even killed."

He slid his gaze between Rhi and Heather a few times, measuring their expressions silently. "What do you mean?" He asked eventually.

"More like who…" Heather muttered, eying her knife and exposed forearm speculatively.

Rhi, smart girl that she is, quickly grabbed the utensil and pulled it over to the other side of the table, ignoring the glare this earned her. "We've been over this, hon – not your fault, remember? You're not Wonder Woman for crying out loud."

"That's true enough. Wonder Woman would've won," the red head replied sourly, crossing her arms.

"Will you stop it, already?!" Rhi shouted, banging her fist on the table and attracting the attention of several patrons around them. Heather blushed while Mike cleared his throat. With a weak smile, Rhi waved off the curious on lookers, "sorry folks. PMS and all that. The curses of being a teenage girl, right?" She received several sympathetic nods from a group of middle aged women at one table, and a few sighs and head shakes from another table of two older men who'd been reading newspapers. Finally, everyone went back to what they were doing before, and the teens were essentially alone again.

"What exactly am I supposed to stop, Rhi? The bullet? Bit late for that one!" Heather hissed, narrowing her eyes.

Rhi returned the scowl. "Look, Heather, I know this is hard right now and I promised I'd be there for you so you can get through this. But my God, it was a poor judgment call that anyone could've made. It was a mistake. It was not your fault. If you keep bitching and moaning for the rest of your life about this one slipup, which happened when you've still got training wheels on, you'll always be miserable. You'll never be able to move forward with your life. You want this so badly, then admit you made a mistake and move on. Use this experience as a learning curve, and become better because of it."

There was a short, stunned silence as the other two absorbed the most profound speech Rhianna had ever uttered in her life. Rhi started playing with her hair self-consciously. "My sister's a psych major. She's been rubbing off on me, that's all," she muttered.

Mike shook his head and sighed. "I still have no clue what the hell you two are going on about. I'm starting to think neither of you is ever going to tell me. We'll be old, decrepit roommates at a nursing home, senile and going deaf or blind or something, and you two will still be chatting in double-not spy talk, while I'll be yelling for my applesauce."

This earned a snort from Rhi and a small smile from Heather, then a sigh.

"Alright. Let's just start over from the beginning…"

The next few hours was spent filling in Mike on everything that had transpired over the last several days, coming to a head with the events of the previous night at the club, Iris Chen's murder and the long talk the girls shared. When the topic was finally exhausted, the trio sat back and sipped on their third round of milkshakes, staring alternatively at each other, the table, out the window at the traffic, and sometimes the other patrons.

Mike spoke first. "That's… kind of crazy."

Heather nodded. Rhi stirred the fudge in her drink with the straw.

"You still going to do it?" he continued.

Heather fiddled with her spoon. "I have to. I'll never be able to live with myself otherwise."

"Why is that?" Rhi asked.

"If I can just save one person… if I can make a difference in someone's life, to make sure they never go through what the Chen's are going through, then I have to take that chance. I think I finally understand what my Dad meant." A frown marred her face as she used the condensation from the glass to draw the Spiderman symbol on the table with her finger, "With great power, comes great responsibility."

Mike and Rhi didn't ask any questions, but from their expressions, Heather knew they were waiting for her to elaborate. "My great-uncle Ben died when Dad was my age. He was mugged by some thug who wanted his car. Dad always has had this guilty expression whenever he talked about Uncle Ben. Now I think I understand why. I don't know exactly, but I think Dad had a chance to save his uncle's life and he blew it."

"It would explain why he became Spiderman," Mike said slowly.

"And it's why I have to become the Black Widow now."

Rhi ran a fingertip along the lip of her glass. "You know, every good superhero needs a team of some sort backing her up."

Heather raised an eyebrow. "This better not be leading to Black Widow getting sidekicks named Spinneret and Wolf-Spider."

Mike snickered while Rhi rolled her eyes. "No Spiderchick, it's not."

"What did I tell you about the dumb nicknames this morning?"

"You said don't call you Spidergirl – Spiderchick is completely different, and you're not allowed to keep changing the rules anytime you want."

"It's best not to be threatening the girl who could drop you from the Top of the Rock," Heather replied dryly.

"Whatever," Rhi waved her off impatiently. "What I was trying to say, is while the two of us being in the field with you seems a bit… risky, we can still do things to help you out. Like cover for you with your parents, pick up school assignments you might miss, help you with training and stuff like that."

Heather smiled. "I'd like that."

"Good, cause we weren't taking no for an answer," Mike said and winked. "We honor the code, remember? Thou shalt not get caught and thou shalt not blow the whistle. Otherwise, consider thy self a total jerk."

"Aw, you guys," the redhead smiled, touched. "What would I do without you?"

"Be grounded for all eternity due to the multiple times you would be caught trying to sneak out," Rhi said in a matter of fact way. "Oh and you'd still be wearing that God awful, yellow corduroy jumper from elementary school."

"It was a gift from Aunt May!" Heather protested. "Will you please stop bringing that up? I don't feel the need to point out how you used to wear your hair like DJ from Full House all the time back in third grade."

"You promised never to speak of that again!" Rhi said, flushing as well.

Mike grinned, "You know… I had a big crush on Candace Cameron as a kid."

"Oh, did you now?" Rhi asked, suddenly forgetting her embarrassment as she cuddled up closer to him.

"Check please!" Heather called, holding up her hand for the waitress.

SMxBW

"What are we doing here, Heather?" Rhi asked for about the tenth time since her friend had insisted they get on a different train line than they needed to get home. She and Mike followed uncertainly behind the red head as the girl took the stairs two at a time down from the platform.

Heather glanced around the small neighborhood before crossing the street without checking to see if Rhi and Mike were behind her. "Don't you trust me, Rhianna?"

"Mostly…" the blonde glared at an over enthusiastic taxi driver that beeped at her impatiently.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Heather turned and frowned at them, cocking an eyebrow as she walked backwards.

"You did kind of lie to us for a few days," Rhi pointed out.

Heather blushed. "What was I supposed to do? I was scared, and excited, and totally freaked at the same time. All I could think about was how it could get you guys hurt."

"She's got a point," Mike said and Rhi sighed.

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," She grumbled back. "And where the heck are we going anyway? Home is that way!" She pointed behind them to emphasize her point.

"There's someone I want you to meet," Heather said simply, turning around to walk forwards once more. Mike and Rhi exchanged puzzled glances, hurrying to catch up with their friend. The trio approached a large blue warehouse and Heather knocked on the sliding door, before tugging it open.

"Coach!" Heather called out. "You here?"

Meanwhile, Rhi and Mike gazed around them, taking in the various gym equipment. From punching bags, bench presses, treadmills and weight lifters, to ceiling rings, parallel bars, balance beams and a boxing ring. The warehouse was filled to the brim with everything an athlete could ever want to train with.

There was a rustling noise, followed by a thud and muffled curse from a back room that seemed to be some sort of office – if the stacked filing boxes visible through the dirt streaked window was anything to go by. A moment later the door opened and a massive man emerged, rubbing a spot on the back of his head, mussing his salt and pepper hair. He grinned when he saw them.

"Heather! I was hoping to see you again," he boomed as he approached, pumping her hand vigorously.

"Nice to see you too, Coach Holldar," Heather said, hardly bothered as he clapped her on the back. At the very least, that super strength – or "proportionate strength", whichever – seems to be working just fine, even if my precognition is kind of fickle.

"I, er, heard you took a stroll up to the Met after we worked on your form the other day," Holldar said, looking uncertainly at Rhi and Mike.

Heather glanced to the side thoughtfully. "Yeah… they, um, had this new exhibit I wanted to see, but I had a little trouble getting in. Is," she flicked her eyes around the gym, "is anyone else here today?"

Holldar shook his head. "Nope. Just me. I had an appointment cancel, so I thought I'd try and organize my back office." He sighed, glaring in the room's general direction. "Damn paperwork," he muttered. "Why do you ask?"

Heather exchanged brief eye contact with Rhi and Mike, then gave a sigh of her own. "Coach… you might want to sit down. This is a bit of a long story."

With her friends' help, the red haired arachnid was able to tell her story in about half the time it had taken in the diner; although they did agree silently that they'd leave out Heather's connection to Spiderman, feeling there was no need to reveal all of their cards just yet. When they'd finished, Coach Holldar sat in silence for a long moment, drinking it all in. Finally, he whistled.

"That's quite a tale, Parker," he murmured, looking at her with a fresh perspective. "You okay?"

Heather frowned, a small 'v' forming on her forehead. "I guess. I still just feel so…" she swallowed, shaking her head. "I don't think there are enough words in the dictionary," she said, only half-joking.

"It's understandable," the older man said, standing up to pace. "My brother was in Vietnam. He was never the same after he came back to the states. Doctors eventually started calling it PTSD – too much trauma to the system, overloads the brain and senses. Some learn to cope, a few manage to almost completely beat it… most have to live with it for the rest of their lives."

"There's a cheerful statistic for you," Rhi muttered, cradling her head in her palm while sitting on the stairs of the boxing ring.

Holldar gave a dry smile. "Well, at any rate, I'm sure you didn't come to me for psychological advice."

"Not exactly, no," Heather said. "Actually, I was hoping for some more physical help. I want to become a vigilante, but I don't think gymnastics and a few parlor tricks are going to cut it. Can you help train me?"

Coach rubbed his neck. "You could lift a car with your bare hands. Not sure how I can help, to be honest."

"I need to know how to fight, and I need to tone myself up. I have the powers – now I need the skills to match them. Who better to train me than you?" Heather replied, her eyes flashing with eagerness.

Holldar considered that for a moment. "I'd need help," he said eventually. "And you'd have to come after hours every day."

Mike pushed off from the support beam he'd been leaning against. "I can help," he said, speaking for the first time in several minutes. "My brother did some kickboxing when we were younger. I was the only one he could train with, since my Dad's never been around and my Mom sure couldn't help."

"And coming after closing is no problem," Heather added. "I'll just tell my parents I got a job lined up before the start of summer break."

Rhi suddenly pouted. "If you guys are all going to be here, working out and stuff, what am I supposed to do?"

Heather restrained the urge to roll her eyes. "Keep in mind that little project I was telling you about last night. I still need help with that."

Rhi snorted. "Oh, right, sewing. Yay," she muttered.

"You get to help with the design," Heather reminded her. "C'mon, I'll even let you decide if I need a 'boob window' or not!" she pleaded.

Coach started to laugh, which turned into a cough that he muffled with a fist. Mike only stared at his friends, clearly confused.

Rhi shook her head, "If I've said it once, I've said it a dozen times. Power Girl is an awesome chick – why she feels the need to show off her cleavage like that, I'll never know!" She crossed her arms, reconsidering. "Alright," she shrugged. "Just as long as I get the majority of control over the suit."

Heather blew out a breath. "Fine. But the Spiderman symbol is mandatory, and I am not budging on the color scheme, or the custom boots and gloves I already spent a good chunk of cash on."

Rhi held up her hands in surrender. "Deal." She smirked, "Operation: Super Heroine is in effect."